Why didn’t I like you the first time? You know, the time I had you. There’s no need for ever saying first time… there will never be a second time. You were there. In plain sight, clear view. I mean clear sight, plain view. I don’t know anymore. My words are even starting to askew. And now I’m starting to rhyme. Am I just examining what I used to have because what I have right now lacks what I know I need? I know I need you. But you’ll never know. You could be reading this and not even know I’m talking about you. Yes, you. Were we ever together? Did we share a spark? I didn’t even mess this up. I just kind of…sort of… forgot about you. The forgotten will forget the original forgetter. I don’t think it hurt you, but if you gave me the chance, I could get you in the position to be hurt; emotionally, of course. And when I say I can get you in the position to hurt you, I’d be right there with you, sharing all the love vulnerability that love vulnerability can get.
She’s pretty, you know. And you two look happy. Why did I ever let it get this way?
It didn't work out, because it wasn't meant to be at the time. There's something bigger and better out there waiting for you <333
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